FortyNine Bars

I told gang you ain't got a mask you can make a ski out of a durag
I almost got caught at school with two sticks in my bookbag
I beat the pussy up when I see it yeah I hook that
You wanna see me break over the lost I took but I shook that
Killing producers beats then I eat 'em like I cooked that
You wanna live in life freely look in the future you can't look back
I know what position you in cause that's exactly where I stood at
I know what position you in cause that's exactly where I stood at

We the real champs I ain't talkin' about the sports store
Hit a rich house almost got caught stealing in the corridor
Eating beats up like It's food I want more and more
Scam or work till I'm dead I can't even tell what's more important
If I get my hands on activis I might just pour a four
Touch my cheese I leave you bloody like a spooky horror story
White bitch lookin for fish but I ain't talkin bout finding dory
Thick bitch with glasses no Velma but she lookin kind of dorky
Ima get rich and chill in the white house I ain't talkin Cory
I been tryna find a different reality can you help me find it?
You couldn't even force me to write a statement cause I wouldn't sign it
Promise If she wake me up with head then I wouldn't mind it
Opps wouldn't get far dissing me just like bedrock mining
Pop you in yo head but leave you dead so you couldn't ice it
The blunt so skinny you smoking skimps so you couldn't light it
Got my plan ready to live it out it ain't no stopping me
No fed in my body that's just me sayin it ain't no cop in me
Messages from opps fuck around and call that fan mail
Shitty boys up next that's why I made a song wit Stan will
Hate working a nine to five cause I can't stand still
Steady dropping heavy on y'all niggas like a anvil
Boy I'm high as fuck you sitting low like a ant hill
We Been Spiritual records up next if you can't tell
Yes I got my own label so now I know that I can't fail
You niggas plain as hell and ah get
Stripped like a stick of cheese
Packs from across the globe you ah think they came from Italy
Try to touch the Glock you passed the line like a penalty
Tired of buying beats so I been thing about stealing these
They say they like my bars I swear to god they tried stealing me
And I heard you didn't slide just cause you didn't have a pill to eat
Bitch I'm on top you wasn't climbing you ain't got a hill to reach
I wanna hit a lick let's go downtown and do a building breach
And I ain't gonna stop grinding up until I make a mill a week
Fuck it I'm hiding emails off my gmails call me Hillary
Finna smoke some weed to hear the bass jump and feel just the beat
Remember it was so cold in my crib I couldn't feel the sheet
You got to make a business and get a routine that's how you build a team
You put fent in the dope you losing money cause you killing feins
Get dude out the building we ain't cool he ain't no kin to me
Yo bitch on snap but ran out of food stamps so now she depend on me



Credits
Writer(s): Drippy J
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